“Zeke, stop,” he said.
He did, turning around to face them. They were standing just inside one of the side rooms.
“I’m sorry, I really am.”
“I don’t tell you things for your own good, Caelan. If I told you, you’d be worried or angry. Or scared.”
“Scared? Of what?”
Zeke just looked at him silently. Caelan sighed, walking closer slowly. Zeke looked at him cautiously but didn’t move. When there was about a metre between the two of them, Caelan reached up to brush the hair out of Zeke’s face but Zeke grabbed his wrist and pulled him to him, kissing him, holding him to him by his waist.
After the briefest moment of shock, Caelan wrapped his arms around Zeke’s neck and kissed him back.
“I love you,” Zeke whispered when they broke apart.
“I love you too,” Caelan smiled.
Zeke grinned. “Go wait upstairs and I’ll come back in a couple of hours. My room’s unlocked.”
Caelan grinned back and nodded, kissing him again briefly before walking back down the corridor.
“Thank you for bringing him,” Zeke said to Beth quietly before he carried on with his work.
Beth couldn’t help her beam as she almost skipped to catch up with Caelan.
“Where to now then?” she asked him, looping her arms through his.
“Upstairs to the house.”
Caelan took her back to the lifts and pressed a button, putting in a code which he hadn’t done before. When the doors opened again, Beth was amazed by the splendour, gasping.
There were chandeliers, handmade rugs, murals and paintings all over the walls. It was beautiful. Beth once again found herself likening the place to a stately home/historical site.
“This is beautiful,” she murmured, looking around.
“It is,” he agreed. “This way.”
He led her out and across the large living space, down a wide corridor that was equally beautifully decorated.
Beth immediately knew which room was Zeke’s; one door had been painted black.
“Zeke’s?” she laughed.
“How did you guess?” he grinned at her as he opened the door.
Inside, the walls had been painted a very dark blue, but most of it wasn’t visible underneath all the posters.
“Eminem, 2Pac, Nirvana, Dr. Dre? Green Day? I never expected Zeke’s music tastes to be like this,” Beth murmured.
Caelan laughed and agreed as he went over and lay on the bed while Beth further studied the room. The desk was a complete mess, things just strewn across it. There was another door, leading to an en suite Beth guessed, that looked like something out of the final part of The Shining. Well, almost. Okay, so it didn’t, but the wood was splintered from being stabbed repeatedly.
“Zeke used to have a thing for throwing knives at his bathroom door,” Caelan explained, “probably still does.”
There was a small bookcase that looked as if it had never been touched.
“Has he ever read any of these?” she asked Caelan.
“I doubt it. The ones on the bottom shelf, he has though.”
She knelt down and had a look. The ones on the bottom shelf were books on anatomy and medicine.
“Did he always want to be a doctor?”
Caelan laughed. “No, he wanted to be an assassin when he was a teenager. It wasn’t until a year or two after he came from the Dimension that he told us he wanted to be a doctor.”